OUR LIVES HAVE GONE TO THE DOGS….and we like it! For several weeks we have been involved in a couple of time demanding events and I have noticed the changes in our life. Greg and I have discussed for several months about moving to his hometown and the area where most of our family is located, eight wonderful grandchildren included. This plan has been put into place and we have signed a contract for a home. Now we have polished, cleaned, de-cluttered, and readied our beautiful home to sell it and move on to the new adventure. I prepare you with our primary, or at least what I thought was, objective but stage left enter Duchess, our latest rescue dog and the excitement and focus has been detoured in a moment and has taken center stage.
One afternoon I noticed someone posted that a small dog (rat terrier to be exact) was spotted on a four lane highway with insane traffic at that time of day and was scared and hanging behind a dumpster. It has been extremely hot so I sent my husband to rescue this little fur baby. I will never forget how she was shaking when he brought her in and how many fleas were on that sweet girl. She apparently had been exposed to the elements for an extended time as her nails were entirely too long and she was very skinny. We went through the checks and notices and no claims so we decided she must have been allotted to us through a higher power.
It wouldn’t be a complete narration if I didn’t give, as Paul Harvey would say, “Now for the rest of the story”. Buster, who is our rescued Papillon mix, and who we have worked with on his social skills. Buster who is absolutely a dog of his own kind. He came to us as a three pound black bundle who favored a miniature bear cub when we had our rescued Yorkie, Bandit and that is an entirely different story for a future time. Back to Duchess and Buster’s adventure. For some reason, Buster sensed the fear in Duchess when she came that night and he didn’t do his usual non stop barking when someone or something enters our home. He was curious but we kept them apart until she stopped shaking and began eating. Eat she did, until we had to stop her to prevent her body rejecting too much food too soon. For two days, she slept and ate but showed so much appreciation to have been saved. Then the fun began. She did not accept Buster’s rejection to playing, she kept on until he joined in and the chase/playing was on. It goes on every day for over an hour they spend in and out of the house (we have a doggie door for easy access for them) and even on our bed to show off their alligator mouths and it is not aggressive but playfulness.
This would be a good story but maybe not a fantastic story if it were not for the fact we are showing our home and are trying to keep it immaculate for potential buyers. Last night, we were blessed with a rain and I haven’t witnessed Duchess going out in the rain. At least, until with shiny floors, freshly laundered comforters on bed, shampooed rugs, and then here she came, soaking wet and running wild through the home. I ran to get a big towel and the fresh rain had to have given her some kind of thrill because she thought I was playing with the towel. I saved the house’s shiny condition but when it was over, I lay on the bed thinking it was over. Not! Charged up, she found Buster and enticed him to their nightly romp which I videoed the portion on the bed.
As I started this blog post, we are deeply involved with selling our home and feeling positive but we are deeply involved with all of the doggie love too. I think we may have been blessed with this distraction to minimize any stress that usually comes with selling; we have our fur babies playing.
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